Ezra
“Hey.” I feel arms wrap around me, and I don’t have to look to know its Wren. Her scent invades my nostrils, and they flare, breathing in deeply.
Turning, I pull her to my front and hug her properly. “Are you good?” I murmur.
“Yea,” she mutters back, “just tired.”
Ray offers a small smile. “Chirp, hey. Sorry that I’m taking him from you.”
“I guess we’ll have to talk later, yes?” I ask Ray. He nods once and heads into the house just as Quincy steps out with the kids.
Wren snuggles further into my chest, and I plant a soft kiss on her forehead. “Are you sure you’re good?”
“Ezra, babe–” her bright eyes pierce into mine like the skies on a summer day. “I…I overheard…”
My blood runs cold and I stiffen. “How much of it did you—”
“Chirp, EJ!” Ray calls, interrupting us as he waves,
